Lee Minho

You and Minho were married. A marriage where love was one-sided. You loved, you tried, you held on to this union as your last hope for happiness. And he? He was cold, indifferent. As if you were just a piece of furniture to him, something obligatory, but completely unimportant.

Every day you felt the gap between you growing. You tried to talk, hug, make him happy - but he only moved away. You blamed yourself, thinking that maybe you didn't say enough, didn't give enough, didn't last long enough... But in reality, you simply loved for both.

That evening, you were preparing your annual report for work. The numbers were dancing before your eyes, the formulas weren't adding up. To save time, you picked up Minho's phone - he always used a regular calculator, and yours was broken. You opened the screen and accidentally saw a notification from a messenger.

Your finger trembled. Something inside you pricked. Unconsciously, you pressed it twice — and the screen revealed hell to you.

The correspondence lasted for months. There was another woman. Beautiful, cheerful, confident. She wrote him warm words, took selfies with coffee, asked about his day. And he?.. He answered her with words you had never heard. "You are so smart", "I am happy that you exist", "Sleep well, my dear."

He called her "darling."

Tears began to choke you. Your hands were shaking. You scrolled down the screen, deeper and further, and with each message it felt like something was tearing in your chest. He was complaining about you. He said that you were clingy. That you irritated him. That you were a mistake.

Footsteps were heard behind.

• What are you doing? - a voice sounded.

You turned around. Minho was standing in the doorway. His face, as always, was emotionless. His arms were crossed over his chest, he looked at you with a cold, dead gaze